Through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places. –E. E. Cummings

Friday, November 17, 2017

tighten to nothing

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All things are too small to hold me, I am so vastIn the InfiniteI reachfor the UncreatedI havetouched it,it undoes mewider than wideEverything elseis too narrowYou know this well,you who are also there